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... set up night-vision cameras inside the room. She crossed her legs and regarded the screen for several moments before a mental flex instructed it to shut off. She glanced back at Kingshark and met his gaze. He looked a bit sick, his eyes fixed on the monitor. His hand rubbing a spot on his neck as if it ached. She waited for him to realize she was staring at him and he lowered his hand, clearing his throat. “A wound?”
“Firestorm left a mark that won’t heal right,” Kingshark growled, “It’s ...
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